As you roamed the streets of Italy you got the feeling something was off. The streets were quieter, the guards were more frequent.. The silence was defening. A roaring in a void. And you couldn't escape it. Everything seemed to come into an even sharper focus and you turned instinctively to block an attack that came from the air. Your attacker rolled to the side and stood before laughing and offering a hand to shake Greetings, you must be the new assassin. I am Master Ezio, and you are?